Game: Great minds think alike

Blackthornes runs to Liria, who lies on the ground with a slight trembling, moaning in pain. She doesn't even notice Blackthornes, and no more than an almost inaudible whining comes out of her mouth as his rapier cuts through her chest. She twists a bit harder for a second or two, then ceases moving.

Obviously, she is dead now.

The other succubus, who has already reached a height above most of the buildings around, suddenly screaches, then slowly moves back to the ground. She flaps her wings hard, even attempts to flap her arms, looking around in irritation and anger, until finally her eyes meet those of Ian.

I know you caught me. I give up. Let me go and I will make you a present which will not only save your life three times, but also make you rich enough to get a mansion like those around you. No tricks - my life's too important to me, her voice appears in Ian's mind.

[OOC: All but one succubus are dead!]

The archon Thrianomaxeth once created a heart-shaped jewel, the succubus gives a quick mental answer. He filled it with the energy of three mortal incarnations, and he shaped each incarnation to attract wealth. It was later stolen by a rilmani, who reshaped it, so that its powers can be used by an already incarnated mortal. See? It's useless for me, as I'm no mortal. But it's three lifes, and the power to attract wealth, for you.

[OOC: What's your actions, everybody?]

"He's here!" Sheeram calls out to MG. "At least physically - I'm not so sure about his mind. And I don't see your Illumian friend anywhere."

[OOC: In case princessbunny doesn't appear again right now, I'll just say she fled the place when she turned invisible.]

[OOC: @dread pirate: princessbunny was the player's name, not the character's ]

On Liria's body, Blackthornes finds a metallic black amulet with a monstrous face on it, a ring on one finger, and a small wooden box with a golden lock. The box is about the size of a male human's hand.

Ian finds a pouch which is closed with a broad shiny red thread, which has white runes woven into it. Except of that pouch, there's nothing of interest on the succubus' body.

Sheeram takes a close look on Naruk as Ophelia casts her spell. The man still stands there, the only movement the slight shaking all over his body as sweat rolls down his face. His eyes are still wide open, as in shock.

"I'd say it's simpler than that," Sheeram replies to Ian's suggestion. "I guess his body has been infiltrated by small Abyssal creatures. No curse, no poison, just some nasty buggers gnawing on his flesh or soul or something."

On the next succubus, Ian finds a thin wooden rod, about double the size of a human's finger, and a small chest with a beautifully ornamented lock crafted from some material astonishingly similar to ice - just that it's neither cold nor wet. Beyond that, the woman's beautiful green shoes have a couple of tiny symbols on them. It's hard to say whether they are magical or just beautiful ornaments.

Meanwhile, a single dabus enters the place from the sidealley in which Ohalian still hides. He holds a piece of cloth in his hand, takes a look around, and begins cleaning the blood-splattered ground, ignoring everyone around.

"No," Sheeram says, "it only works against evil creatures, and... not exactly in a helpful way. Not to them, at least. But, we're in the Lady's Ward, so maybe you just seek out one of the many temples around here. There's three of them only two minutes down the street."

She points in the direction where the only surviving Harmonium Officer ran.

[OOC: Okay, I'll just go on, hoping the other players will return.]

The group hurries down the street, until they reach the temples that Sheeram talked about.

The first temple is built from pitch black stone, and symbols of pain, suffering and death hover magically above it. The temple is shaped like a pyramid, with an oval entrance at each side. Ten guards stand before every entrance, each of them wearing a black armour and standing a full 15 feet tall.

The second temple, directly opposite of it, is basically a miniature castle. Folks of all kind - humanoids and other, even two modrons can be seen - hustle all over the garden surrounding the castle, some of them armed and armoured, some not. Two large statues of a woman clad in chain mail, her left arm risen to the skies with a hammer in her hand, stand at the entrance to the yard.

The third temple is a couple yards down the street. It is a tower, built from white stones, with a diameter of about twenty yards, rising over two hundred yards into the sky. A large falcon is painted over the tower's entrance.

The man smiles. "Yes, indeed. No fiend can survive the falcon god's presence. Let your friend touch the statue. But know that it might change him, as well - or it might not work at all if your friend fights the presence of Ul-Mruth-Gath. The falcon god would not influence anyone who doesn't want it."

"He wíll see what's behind his masks," the novice replies.